I tell people
I have a broken heart
They ask
Who hurt you?
I answer no one
They think i'm lying
Before you side with them
Think of car
Now think of it when it's broken
Now think of it when no one broke it
Do you get it now?
It simply doesn't work
Such is my heart
It's not completely broken
It pumps blood at least
But the part that loves
That's where it's broken
It's also allergic to apples
I hear other hearts have apples
Not mine, i have a broken heart.
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